My Daughter-In-Law Reached For My Bracelet At The Jewelry Store And Said It Was “Silly” Because I Was Treated Like A VIP.

I felt a flush of modest pleasure at the recognition of my volunteer work. After my divorce 15 years ago, I’d redirected my energies toward charitable causes, discovering an unexpected talent for curating jewelry collections donated for fundraising events. “How interesting.” Madison’s voice had taken on a brittle quality.

“Christopher never mentioned his mother was a jewelry enthusiast.”

“It’s just a hobby,” I demurred, reaching for one of the trays. A delicate pearl and sapphire bracelet caught my eye, its craftsmanship extraordinary. “Oh, this is exquisite.”

As Morrison helped me fasten it around my wrist, I noticed Madison’s expression darkening, her champagne untouched beside her.

The careful facade of interested future daughter-in-law was cracking visibly with each moment I remained the center of attention rather than a prop in her marriage campaign. “Perhaps we could see those engagement rings now,” she suggested, her patience clearly waning, “since that’s what we actually came for.”

Morrison’s professional smile never wavered. “Of course.

Rebecca will assist with that momentarily. But first, Mrs. Cooper, do try on the matching earrings.”

“That’s quite enough.”

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